It's finally the last chapter guys! Thank you all for staying with me through the long wait. It was definitely hard getting this chapter out since I don't feel for the story anymore, but I wanted to really finish this story and not put it on hiatus like my other 2 stories. Thank guys for being patient with me. Now time for reading!

I do not own Hetalia

Chapter 17

First, came the silence.

Next…

"Mattie! RUN!"

…Chaos.

Matthew was too puzzled and dazed to process Alfred's words, but he quickly snapped out of it and was ready to make a run for it in the opposite direction down the hall. Before Matthew could take a step further, someone grabbed his collar and shoved him to the ground.

Matthew gasped in pain.

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HIM!" Alfred shrieked furiously and pounced on his brother's attacker.

"IVAN! What the bloody hell are you doing!?" Arthur stared in horror.

"Now, now, America, you need to calm down and let me explain," Matthew heard Ivan's voice from above him. How did the Russian move so fast?!

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! I SAID GET OFF MY BROTHER, YOU CRAZY COMMIE!"

There was a loud punch and the heavy weight on top of him shifted. It was enough for Matthew to twist around and send his own punch at the Russian's face. Alfred may be stronger than him, but Matthew was no pushover either. The two punches from them both should have been enough to sent the man flying, yet the man was merely knocked to the side.

"Guess you are stronger dhan you look, Canada," Ivan wiped off a small trail of blood on his lips with an amused grin plastered on his face.

"Canada?" What was this man talking about? Why was he referring to him as if he was a country?

"Matthew! Alfred! Calm down! Ivan, explain! NOW!" Arthur bellowed with fury.

Francis looked bewildered, not sure what to do. Ludwig looked just as confused, but kept his stoic demeanor in place, waiting for answers. Alfred and Matthew looked ready to bolt, but they couldn't find an opening.

"Koikoikoikoikoi, I'm quite surprise you dhree haven't figure it out," Ivan chuckled at their obliviousness.

"Then care to enlighten us?" Arthur asked coldly, not amused.

"Not here," Ivan looked down the halls as if searching for any prying eyes and ears. "Dhis is too important and shouldn't be uttered in public vhere… 'normal' people can hear."

The nations looked at one another as if having a silent conversation. Matthew had no idea what was going on and Alfred looked just as confused as him.

"Alfred, Matthew, can you please come vith us?" Ludwig spoke to them. "Ve don't know vhat Ivan is zhinking, but I'm quite sure you two vant answers as much as ve do."

"Why should we trust you?" Alfred glared at the German with suspicion. "Your commie friend just assaulted my brother!"

"You punched me," Ivan reminded.

"It's called 'rescuing my brother'!" Alfred snapped back.

"Alfred, please," Arthur gave the American a pleading look. "Just come with us. If Ivan does anything to harm you in anyway. I promise, I'll do everything in my power to keep you and your brother safe."

"As do I," Francis stepped up beside the British, glaring at the Russian and daring him to try anything funny.

Matthew and Alfred looked at one another, debating whether to go with them. Alfred was unsure, but Matthew wanted to know what the Russian knew about them. His instincts were telling him to listen to what this man had to say, but why? What did this man knew what they didn't?

A moment later, all six of them shuffled into the twin's room.

The two brothers sat next to each other on one of the beds with the other men scattered around the room. Alfred looked like he was ready to attack anyone at a moment's notice while Matthew was hugging his old stuffed polar bear for comfort.

Arthur was sitting on the other bed, watching the twins' wary look, ready to assure them again if Ivan set them off. France stood on the opposite side of Arthur, near the bathroom door, watching Matthew attentively. Ludwig stood by the door, guarding it in case someone or some people tries to bolt. Standing in front of them all was Russia with an amused smile on his feign gentle face.

"Now have ve all settled down now?" Ivan asked politely.

"Just get to the point!" Arthur demanded. They had driven for hours to track these boys down and the Russian was going to play games with them? He wanted answers and he wanted them now.

"Yes, Monsieur Ivan," France nodded in agreement. "Please tell us vhat you 'ave kept from us this 'ole time."

Ludwig didn't say anything, but his eyes expressed the same desire as his European colleagues.

"I also want to know why you called me 'Canada'." Matthew said, "I think you also called Alfred, 'America'? Why is that, eh?"

"I want to know that too," Alfred chimed in. "Is that some kind of code name?"

"Yes and no," Ivan said. "Have you ever vondered vhy you have lived as long as you have?"

"W-what are you t-talking about?" Alfred stuttered, nervously. "We're only in our early t-twenties. That's not long!"

Matthew started to pale. Did he know? But how? He shouldn't have known… right?

"Koikoikoikoi. No, you have lived for hundreds of years. My guess, about five hundred?" Ivan corrected the American like a teacher correcting a student.

Both twins froze.

"Wait a bloody second!" Arthur stood up, a look of bewilderment plastered on his face. "Are you implying what I think you are implying?"

"Dhat depends on vhat you dhink I'm implying," Ivan gave the British man a mischievous smirk.

"Don't spout riddles at me, Ivan!" Arthur bellowed.

"Is that true?" Francis stared at the Russian, a look of realization shown through his bright blue eyes.

"What are you guys talking about?" Alfred looked at the men back and forth with utter confusion. "Can one of you please explain so that we can understand too?"

"Basically, he's telling us zhat you two might be one of us," Ludwig had his arms crossed. "Zhough, I need more proof zhan just vords of mouth, vhich I hope you have, Mr. Braginsky."

"Oh I do, Germany," Ivan shoved his hand into his jacket and pulled out an orange folder.

"Germany?" Alfred and Matthew turned to Ludwig, who frowned at Ivan for revealing his nation name.

One of them?

"How long have you had that?" Arthur stared at the folder.

Ignoring Arthur's question, Ivan opened the folder and pulled out a paper copy of a photo. The whole room went into silent shock when the Russian showed what was on it. Alfred and Matthew especially went pale and their eyes grew wide in recognition.

It was an old black and white group photo of soldiers. There were around twenty to thirty men, all lined up in rows of three. From the look of their uniforms, it was the American air force. Among the many uniformed men, Alfred and Matthew could be seen at the corner. The date when the photo was taken was written at the bottom corner in black ink. According to the date, the photo was taken during World War 2.

"Shit! Where did you get that?!" Alfred shot up from the bed.

"American Air Force, 1942," Ivan stated. "Had to pull some strings to find people who still owned photos from Vorld Var Two. A lot of old men still treasure dheir glory days after all."

The room went silent when Ivan pulled out another piece of paper this time.

"This is copy of page from journal. Dhe vriter's name should sound familiar. Benjamin Franklin," Ivan explained before reading the page. "Today, I have taken in a new assistant to aid me vith tending to my papers and manuscripts. I have been very busy tending to my duties and meetings dhat my office have been left unattended. His name is Alfred Jones, age 21, a charming lad, although his lack of proper education is concerning. He seems like a bright child so tutoring him should not be a problem."

"Where did you get that?" Arthur asked.

"Amazone," Ivan answered.

" 'Ow can that prove that the Alfred in that journal is the same person as him?" Francis pointed to the American. "It might just be a coincidence."

Ivan turned the paper around and there was a pencil sketch drawing of Benjamin Franklin and a young man who looked remarkably like Alfred, but without his glasses, standing beside him.

Alfred cursed. That sketch was by a journalist, who once asked to interview Benjamin and it just so happened that Alfred was there as his assistant. He had a hunch that damn journalist wasn't writing down notes! That bastard lied!

"Here's one of Matthew," Ivan announced, causing the Canadian to bite his lips and hug his stuffed bear more tightly. The Russian picked out another paper. "Dhis is sketch made by soldier during dhe early eighteen hundreds, before dhe Vhite House vas burned by British soldiers. Dhis soldier treated dhis like a trophy for being able to get sketch of the allusive 'Phantom' soldier of dheir army."

Once again, it was another sketch drawing, but this time, it was a little messier compared to Alfred's. It looked like it was quickly drawn using a thick lead charcoal pencil, but there was no mistaking who the subject was. It clearly showed a drawing of Matthew looking down at something, probably drawn without him noticing. There was a date written at the corner of the picture, 1814.

Matthew stared at that sketch in horror. When was this drawn!? How did they manage to draw him without him noticing?! This was so embarrassing, he wanted to hide.

"T-those are fake!" Alfred declared with a shaky voice. "Y-you could've gotten someone to draw those a-a-and photoshop that photo! There's no way that could be us! You're crazy!"

"Oh?" Ivan cocked his head to the side. "I have more if you need. It vasn't hard to find records of your residences in the past and bills vhen you have 'friends' in many places. Dhough recent photos of you two are a little tricky to find since you vent out of your way to avoid them, but dhat didn't mean dhere aren't any to find. Social media can be blessing in times like dhis."

"B-but… No way… Shit!" Alfred grabbed his hair in panic. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"

Matthew stared down at his legs in silence with wide eyes. What should they do now? The cat was out of the bag. Will they take them away? His body quivered as he hugged his stuffed polar bear to calm himself down.

"I'm not going to be anyone's guinea pig, you hear me! I won't let you cage me and Mattie in some psycho lab!" Alfred shouted like a cornered animal. "I'll fight you all to the death if I have to!"

"Alfred, calm down," Arthur quickly got up and raised his hand up to his chest in a non threateningly matter. "We're not going to hurt you or your brother."

"How can I believe you?! You might be lying to me to make me put my guard down!" Alfred stepped in front of his brother protectively and looked at the British man with distrust.

After seeing all those evidence, Arthur was convinced. Alfred and Matthew have lived secretly for many years without realizing what they truly were. This also brought back memories that he tried to forget for so long, but now… he didn't need to.

"Alfred, does Boston seventeen seventy ring a bell?" Arthur asked.

"Boston…Seventeen seventy?" Alfred echoed, not sure what he was getting at.

Then Arthur pulled out his old handkerchief, the one he always kept with him. "American Revolution… seventeen seventy six, in the forest of…"

Alfred stared at the familiar cream colored handkerchief with the red rose embroidery. He remembered the cloth from the day Arthur first came to the museum.

Boston 1770?… American Revolution… 1776… forest?

"I was there," Arthur said a soft smile.

Wait… he was there? But.. that would mean…

"You're… immortal?"

Arthur nodded in confirmation. "We all are… to a certain extent."

Alfred's brain short circuited as the realization sunk in that Arthur Kirkland was an immortal like him and Matthew. Wait, if Arthur is one, does that mean the others in this room were too?

Matthew stared at Alfred and Arthur back and forth. Not sure how to take this new development. They knew each other from way back then? Matthew remembered his older brother mentioning this British man from his past, but he didn't think too much on it and let it slipped his mind.

Just as the Canadian was deep in thought, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Matthieu?"

Matthew turned at the voice and came face to face with Francis.

"Tell me, ma petite fleur, do you remember where you got t'is bear?" The Frenchman pointed at the stuffed polar bear in Matthew's arms.

"I-I don't remember," Matthew looked down at his stuffed animal. "I told you before, eh? I can't remember who it was since it's been so long. Like centuries. I only know that it was given to me."

"Not even a petite? Do you remember vhen or vhere?"

Matthew stared at the Frenchman in confusion. Why was he so interested in this old stuffed bear?

"You once lived vith a couple in Canada in the sixteen 'undred, oui?"

"!?… How did you…"

"They vere Monsier et Madame Williams," Francis stated. "They adopted you into their family and took good care of you like their own, but you suddenly disappeared one day. Did you know how heartbroken they vere vhen you disappeared vithout a vord?"

Matthew's eyes turned wide in shock. How did he know this?

"I visited them sometimes vhen I traveled to Canada, or at the time, it vas called New France. I remember meeting a cute little faerie that vould 'ide in the garden to cry, so I thought to myself 'Lets give him a little friend to ease his loneliness'," Francis gave Matthew a warm and knowing smile.

"… Oh my god…" Realization hit Matthew like a bullet train.

"You vere such a petite and fragile little thing back then, but you 'ave grown to be a fine young man. Monsier et Madame Williams vould 'ave been so proud of you if they could see you now," Francis smiled warmly at the gapping Canadian.

While this strange reunion between the old and young nations was going on, Russia observed them quietly with fascination. To think that these two European nations had already met each other in the past but did not even realize who they were. This was unexpected.

"So we found the two missing nations, what now?" Germany finally spoke up after staying silent for so long.

"Now?" England turned to the German nation. "Now we need to help them, of course! We'll need to educate them on their role and responsibilities as a nation. Then we have to introduce them to their government and the rest of the world nations!"

"Wait wait wait! Hold up right there!" Alfred interrupted. "What role?! What responsibilities!? We just found out that we're not the only immortals on this planet and something about being the personification of our freaking country and now we have responsibilities!? That's a hell lot to take in right now!"

"Quiet!" England hushed. "This information is supposed to be a national secret. Only the governments and a handful of trusted individuals knows of this."

"You said we have to meet our governments?" Matthew questioned, sounding worried. "Are you sure that's wise?"

They have been running and hiding from the government for years in fear of what they might do to them. Now these people are telling them to meet them and tell them what they are?

"Like what Mattie said, are you sure the government is safe?" Alfred stared at the nations in the room. "We're not going to get experimented on or imprisoned? How can we be sure they're not going to tie us up and cut us open like some lab rats?"

"Believe me, we have been working like this for far longer than you two came into existent. It's our responsibilities as the avatar of our nation and our people to guide our government," Arthur explained. "We may have encountered many conflicts of interests with our government before, but we always persevere through it. If you feel unsure of what to do and need advise, you can always ask me for help. You and your brother were once my colonies, so I'll help educate you two lads in any way I can."

"Absurdite! Canada vas my colony so 'e's under my love and care!" Francis retorted.

"Must I remind you that you lost Canada to me, Frogface!" England snapped back.

"I had him first so I get priority!"

"I did a better job in raising this nation on my own than you ever could!"

"Now now gentlemen, calm down," Russia popped in between the two war-ready nations. "Dhis is not dhe time to be fighting over dhe two young countries. Dhey just discovered who dhey are so let dhem get used to dhe idea before ve take dhe next step. Ve should at least change our location to discuss such matters vhere dhe valls don't have ears."

"Russia is right, zhis place isn't secure," Germany agreed. "Ve should all rest. It's been a long day. Tomorrow, ve'll drive back to town. Italy and Japan are still vaiting for updates from us."

"Italy and Japan?" Alfred stared at the German.

"It's Feliciano and Kiku," Arthur clarified.

"Oh… that should've been obvious," Alfred should've guess from their country of origin. "And you said that I'm America and Matthew is Canada?"

"From what you have told us about yourselves and from what we observed, it's highly likely you and your brother are the following nations we stated," Arthur expressed.

"… Sweet! I'm the number ONE nation in the WORLD, Mattie!" Alfred pumped his hands in the air with eyes dazzling with stars. He proceeded with cheers of "U-S-A! U-S-A!…"

The older nations stared at the American in bewilderment while Matthew hid his face in his stuffed polar bear in embarrassment.

The next morning, the four nations and two brothers drove back to town and met up with Italy and Japan. Germany helped informed the two nations on what happened while keeping it brief as possible. Italy reacted very dramatically with his surprise, but he was extremely delighted that not only was his new friend not dead, but he was a nation like them. And as an added bonus, his brother was also a nation as well and that was double the delight. More friends!

Japan on the other hand, may not show it clearly, but he was also glad and relieved that no one was dead.

Since Matthew was supposed to be dead... according to reports, the nations had to come up with a cover story of why Matthew was NOT actually dead. What they came up with was that Matthew didn't get a fatal shot to the head and Alfred merely drove to another hospital in the next town over that had a better reputation in terms of brain surgery. Though Matthew was at death's door, the surgeon at the so-called hospital saved him in time. A lot of phone calls and strings were pulled to make this story plausible and to get the police from being too suspicious. There were a lot of paperworks and documents that had to be done to get Matthew into a private and confidential protection so nobody could meet the Canadian nation without authorization.

So while Matthew was in 'Protected custody' sponsored by Arthur and the others, Alfred had to go around, untying loose ends. He first quit his job at the museum and said his farewells to his boss and workers. There were a lot of heartfelt goodbyes. Even Fred tried to keep a tough front, but anyone who knew the man would know the guy was upset about Alfred leaving. There were some crazy moments on the job, but there was never a dull moment with the lively young man around.

He will be missed.

Next thing to clear up was probably the hardest. It was Kristy.

After the shooting incident the day before, Kristy was put into a hospital. She was extremely upset and was having a mental breakdown, so the nurses had to keep an eye on her periodically.

Letting a nurse guide him to Kristy's room, Alfred was deep in thought. Be calm Alfred. Remember your notes. Don't slip out anything super important. Just tell her Mattie is fine and leave.

They finally arrived in front of a patient's room door. Handing right next to it was a nameplate with 'Kristy Kim' on it.

"This is her room," the nurse knocked on the door.

Knock! Knock!

Nobody answered.

Even though there was no reply, the nurse entered the room anyways. "Miss Kim, you have a visitor."

Alfred peaked into the room from behind the nurse and saw Kristy sitting on the bed, looking worn out and depressed. Her lively and sunny attitude was gone and replaced with a dark and gloomy atmosphere. She was wearing a light blue hospital gown and there was an IV drip connected to her wrist.

When the nurse came in and mentioned a 'visitor', Kristy looked up. Her eyes grew wide when she saw who the 'visitor' was.

"Alfred?" she muttered in shock.

"Hey, Kristy," Alfred gave her a wonky smile.

In a flash, Kristy shot out of the bed, darted towards the new comers, and grabbed Alfred by his shirt.

"Alfred! Where's Matthew?! Is he okay?! He's really not dead, right? Please tell me he isn't DEAD!" Kristy cried desperately, tears streaming down her pale cheeks.

"Miss Kim! Please calm down," the nurse begged, trying to pry her hands off of Alfred.

"It's fine," Alfred assured the nurse, "I can take it from here."

The nurse looked reluctant, but eventually left the room.

Alfred had to calm the traumatized girl down before he told her what had happened. Of course, he had to lie a little and used the same cover story the nations came up with. Kristy swallowed the story easily and didn't questioned his explanation. All she cared about was that her favorite Canadian was alive and well. Though, she tried to get Alfred to let her visit him, he had to deny her and explained that he was currently under protection and nobody was allowed to visit him without authorization. Obviously, Kristy was dismayed by this, but after several minutes of begging and pleading, she gave up.

Before Alfred left, Kristy gave the blonde a kiss on the cheek, "Tell Matthew I'm sorry, okay? Make sure you two visit once everything is alright? Or at least give me a call."

"A-alright, I'll tell him," Alfred blushed as he rubbed his cheek.

Kristy wished she could say more, but she kept her silence as the blond young man left her room.

Days went by as Alfred and Matthew's life change drastically. From being run away immortals to nations with great responsibilities. They were both instructed by the other nations on their new role, mainly Britain and France. From time to time, Italy would visit them with homemade Italian pastas as gifts and they would have a round of drunk karaoke. Japan would come bearing Japanese goods and Alfred had a field day with it. Never underestimate American's enthusiasm when it came to Japanese snacks. Russia also popped in frequently to chat and invited them to visit his land. Though the two brothers thought of him as being very friendly, the other nations weren't so easily fooled by his amiable demeanor.

One day, Russia got an unexpected visit from Germany out of the blue, but the Russian nation welcomed him with a smile nonetheless.

"Privet, Germaniya, vhat is your purpose for dhis sudden visit?" Russia asked, leading Germany to his living room.

"I have being vondering about somezhing for some time now and I vas hoping you can help enlighten me," told Germany.

"Oh? I am curious. Here, sit," Russia waved his hand to a sofa while he sat down at another on the opposite side of the coffee table. "Now, vhat is it you need to ask of me to clarify, hmm?"

"It's about Alfred and Matthew," Germany sat down and got right to the point.

"You mean America and Canada?" Russia corrected him.

"Yes, zhose two brothers," Germany said. "Something has been bothering me and I vant to know, vhat vere you planning?"

"Planning? Vhat do you mean?" Russia cocked his head to the side.

"Don't play coy vith me, Russia," Germany gave the Russian a suspicious look. "I know you long enough zhat you don't do zhings vithout cause. After meeting America vhen ve still thought he vas human, you became very interested him and vent digging into his history. Zhen you tried to get unusually close to the two brothers. You don't become friendly vith people unless you vant something in return."

"Germany, ve're nations. Ve always do dhings to benefit ourselves. Dhat's just politics. How is it any different from vhat ve usually do?" Russia smiled.

"True," Germany agreed. "But for you to go out of your vay to uncover zheir true identities in secret and not inform us about your findings leaves me wary of your intentions. Ve only became suspicious of zhem zhanks to zhe shooting and vent after zhem for answers. So tell me, Russia, vhat vas your aim?"

"Koikoikoikoikoikoikoikoi," Russia laughed ominously, causing Germany to feel chills doing down his spine. "I guess you caught me. I admit I did have something in mind vith dhose two, but now dhat dheir identities got exposed, my original plan had to be scrapped. Now, I'll just play dhe nice helpful nation dhat helped find dhe two poor lost nations and teach dhem dhe ways of dheir new found roles. Dhat way, dhey vill be indebted to me. So dhe next time I ask for a favor, dhey can't easily refuse. Koikoikoikoikoikoi."

Germany gave the Russian nation a dark look. "And vhat vas your original plans?"

"Do you really vant to know?" Russian gave the German an innocent yet frightening smile that made Germany quiver in fear.

"I-I guess not," Germany changed his mind. Maybe some things were better left unsaid.

"By the vay, Germany. Dhis conversation doesn't leave dhis room, understood?" Russia gave the man an expected look.

"… Ja…"

A year had passed since the day America and Canada were found.

Two young figures stood nervously in front of a large double door. Their big debut day had finally arrived. The day they would be introduced to the nations of the world. It was a long awaited and 'wished it never ever came' day for the two young nations. Alfred was practically shaking, ready to turn around and jet off, but Matthew was holding on his sleeve, just as nervous as his older brother.

They spent almost a whole year being educated on how to act properly in front of other nations and government officials as well as being taught about politics and the economy. What it meant to be the voice and heart of the people and how to guide their country's leader to benefit the citizens.

After a few months of tutoring, the two young nations were introduced to their respective government. While Canada was nervous and even a little scared, America was terrified out of his mind. Their government had governed for so long without their nation's avatar, so who knows how these people will react. Britain tried to calm them down and explained that it was in their citizens' instinct to admire and respect their nation's persona, so there wasn't anything to worry about.

Like what Britain said, their government welcomed them with open arms.

As a country without a persona or representative to speak to other nations in their stead, it was difficult to be taken seriously. They weren't even allowed to send a human representative to sit in their world meetings. Their excuse was that humans wouldn't understand the way the nations worked among themselves, but in actuality, they were too embarrassed to show their shenanigans within those soundproof walls. So at the end of every meeting, the government of America and Canada would get a summarized report of what was discussed and decided instead. Of course, it was written in a way to make the meetings sound decent and edited out the brawls, insults, and several dangerous objects being flung across the room.

Now that the government of American and Canada have their own representative to go to these meetings, they feel that they could finally stand on equal grounds with other countries' governments.

Once the two nations got used to working for their governments and speaking comfortable with the governmental officials, their next debut was the World Meeting.

Now, they stood before the door that lead into the meeting room of the annual Nation meet up. America was already sweating bullets in his formal business attire. Canada also didn't look any better than his older brother.

"S-s-so you ready, M-Mattie?" America stuttered in nervousness.

"I-I t-think so?" Canada replied with uncertainty.

"Come on, you two. There is nothing to be worried about," Britain tried to calm the two brothers down.

"I 'ate agreeing to anyt'ing 'e said, but 'e's right," Francis smiled brightly at the two in assurance. "No need to be so stiff and let loose a little."

"B-but what if I screw up? What if they think I'm an idiot right off the bat?" America whined.

"Trust me when I say almost everybody in that room are a bunch of dunce, but we tolerate it so we can get a least a decent number of work done within this meeting. If you can dodge flying objects at least three times, congratulations, you have passed the rite of passage," Britain said with a straight face.

"You're kidding, right?" American stared at the British nation.

"I'm Britain, I don't 'kid'," the British nation said with the most serious tone.

"Alright, the meeting vill start soon, so let us get our last minute mental preparation ready and ve'll go in," France patted each of the the boys' shoulders.

America took a deep breath as he tried to steady his heart. "O-okay, I'm ready!"

"Uh… Me too, eh?" Canada answered next after calming himself down.

"Alright," Britain nodded. "America, Canada, welcome,to your first World Meeting."

Thank you for reading and please leave a feedback or comment.

Thanks to rainsonata for proofreading

Once again, thank you for following this story all this time. I feel that the ending was kind of rushed since I just wanted to get this done. I know I was very slow in updating the chapters, especially for this year. A lot has happened in real life with both me and my proofreader and it took most of our attention. I had some serious family incidents like my sister getting a panic attack while flying to Europe and I myself got an anxiety attack that built up the past couple of months. Been trying to not overwork myself and overthink things. Didn't tell my family about it until recently because I didn't want to worry my family after what happened to my sister. I got into an argument with my mom and it caused me to build up stress again and I had to call my sister when I started to feel the symptoms. My mom and sister had a talk about my situation and mom decided to back down a little to give me time to relax.

Now that this story is finally done, I can finally have one thing off my mind and try to worry about my other life stuff that I still have to deal with. I don't know when I'll be writing again since I'm still tired. I have some fanfic ideas and a few I started writing ages ago, but I have been too intimidated to start/continue them right now and probably not anytime soon.

So good bye for now.